Showing posts with label Child. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Child. Show all posts
Monday, April 7, 2014
"Child" by Jacek Gutorow
In honor of National Poetry Month, here is "Child" by Polish poet Jacek Gutorow.
Child
Joy thinks I’m on its side
when I run through a snowy field
but death keeps its eyes open
and looks into my right pocket
where a plastic airplane
flies and flies in a clenched fist.
(Translation by Piotr Florczyk)
Child
Joy thinks I’m on its side
when I run through a snowy field
but death keeps its eyes open
and looks into my right pocket
where a plastic airplane
flies and flies in a clenched fist.
(Translation by Piotr Florczyk)
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